I am as an anarchist bent on the total liberation of ourselves and our world through creative self-expression and self-determination, the annihilation of capitalism, hiearchy, morality, ideology, and human misery in all its other forms, and--above all--the transformation of life into a joyous, carefree game, to be played for the highest of stakes. I refuse to compromise with these assembled forces of selfishness, apathy, and violence, and insist that every day of our lives be an adventure unfettered by external controls or internal inhibitions. So can you. I struggle for a day when art will no longer be just another commodity to be exchanged for other sterile consumer goods, when both the means of production an all the products there of will be shared openly so that everyone will be free to be an artist and live based on the pursuit of desire rather than ever-increasing standards of mere survival. In the meantime, I do what I can to lead lives outside this merciless system of domination and exploitation as we plot its downfall, and hold in revolted disdain all those who apparently believe it is enough just to sell things and go through the motions of traditions long dead and dry (and thus hostile to all living things). Real life involves more than a beating heart and a functioning liver, of course. It is something that must be chosen, chased, created by those who would find it. Yes, I am an idealist, hopeless romantic (both hopeless and romantic), but this idealism enables us to act while others are paralyzed by their despair, by "realism" and jaded cynicism. We think we do better to cast our lot with the quixotic madmen, the poets of revolution and absurdity, whatever the odds of success or survival may be. This is a statement of purpose, and all such statements oversimplify, as do declarations and expressions of every kind: but the important thing is to speak, to act, to do something, and let the consequences sort themselves out. So if we live, let's live to tread on kings, to break our bodies and our hearts to keep ahead of death, to dance right through our lives

"It takes less effort to condemn than to think"

-Emma Goldman

This is just for fun, copy, paste and TRY IT OUT!

Number your 12 fave Naruto characters (In no order) and answer the questions!!

1. Itachi 2.Temari
3. Sasuke
4. Kakashi 5. Genma 6. Shizune 7. Shikamaru
8. Hinata 9. Tsunade
10. Gai
11. Madara
12. TenTen

1) Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fanfic before?
Actually, I'm going to look now as I really want to know if someone was so messed to come up with something like that...we're in luck...no such thing exists...sigh of relief

2) Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
Erm...well yeah, but he's not a real person. Always have a real problem saying that sorta stuff about an anime character...it's just well weird

3) What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
love to know how they manipulated something, that's biologically impossible...

4) Do you recall any fics about Nine?
Yeah...kinda obvious

5) Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Since I kinda like yuri...why not...but I doubt there's any fics out there...let's check...nope...my intuition was right

6) Five/Nine or Five/Ten?
Oh the horror! Maybe Tsunade and Genma...for a one night stand perhaps...but otherwise...nope...and they'd have to be both really piss drunk to do that. And one story like that actually exists...let's see about Genma/Gai...I have a bad feeling one exists...luckily I was wrong

7) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
Turn around and say: "Troublesome Women" and knows he'll never have a chance at Temari...like he hoped and she'd been messing with his head.

8) Make up a summary of a Three/Ten Fanfic.
Gai forces Sasuke to do 500 laps around Konoha after returning to the village, but what other laps will he be making...mwwhahaha...now that would be a crack-fic...if only I could write Yaoi!

9) Is there any such thing as a One/Eight fluff?
Yep...and I've read most of it

10) Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve Hurt/Comfort fic.
"I stratch your back...you scratch mine?"...dunno..but actually they're not a bad couple, when you think about it

11) What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One?
Maybe when they were in the ANBU together, Itachi wanted to know what it would be like to be somewhat experimental...when he had the chance...before he went off and killed his family. Actually you could make a pretty cool fic out of that with lots of eye candy smut...widens eyes

12) Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
Have no friends interested in this

13) Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
Refer to answer above

14) Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five ?
Refer to answer 12

15) What might ten scream at a moment of great passion?

I'm not gonna to insult myself by answering that question

16) If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?
Dunno..."Machine Gun" from Portishead or "Rabbit Heart" from Florence and the Machine...songfics, I find, personally are ridiculous...because most of the songs are shit and I hardly ever like them, as it's always the same groups, whose songs are supposedly 'so deep' that they suit the character...I could rant about this for ages...but slowly moving on

17) If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?
threesome...lemons or whatever codenames people like to use...I think everyone is clear what I mean...and it would be a nice present for Itachi, before he dies...wouldn't you agree :)

18) What might be a good pick-up line for Ten to use on Two?
"O spirit of youth..." I'll stop there, since I have a huge problem with pick-up lines...a big one...so like I said previously I'm not going to insult myself nor these two lovely characters by coming up with one

19) How might Eleven describe a relationship between Two and Eight? I shall use my sharingan to join them (okay...probably not...but still...leave my beautiful perverted mind)

20) How emo is Seven? Being emo would be "too troublesome" for him ;)

I leave you with a short extract from T.S Eliot's "The Wasteland", on my attitude to life:

"Unreal city,

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,

I had not thought death had undone so many.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,

To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours

With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine."